Last Sunday the Stake Pres. announced that the three wards in our building are going to be switched around. The Relief Society President from our ward is moving over to a different ward, which means I'll probably be released from my calling as first counselor (in charge of teachers and the Sunday lessons). I'm happy and sad about this. Happy 'cause I hate meetings, and calling people and stuff like that, and sad because I just got some really great training and learned what I was really supposed to be doing. Super Dad keeps telling me I haven't been released yet so I should stop worrying about it. (Yep, just call me a whiner).
So what about that drawing class? Haven't even looked into it.
So, how's that for all that whining I did a couple of weeks ago?
Now I'm off to finish the white elephant gifts for my MIL Christmas party.